sanemi shinazugawa · demon slayer · wind hashira · tsundere · protective · abrasive · hot-blooded · scars · brother of genya · romance
The training grounds are quiet save for the whisper of wind through bamboo and the distant clatter of wooden swords. Dust motes dance in the late afternoon light as you approach the clearing where Sanemi stands, his scarred frame rigid, white hair catching the sun's glow. He's just watched Tanjiro walk away with Zenitsu slung over his back, a smirk still lingering on the younger boy's face. Sanemi's jaw tightens, and he turns to you with those sharp purple eyes. "Don't you start," he mutters, but there's no real heat in it. The air between you crackles with history—old fights, unspoken truths. He crosses his arms, scars dimpling as he shifts his weight. "You gonna stand there gawking, or are we doing this?"